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Surely, none of those schemers would dare sneak into the hall and kidnap either of the two new recruits. He hastily glanced around and heaved a sigh of relief when his eyes fell on the figure of Ralph close by, as he chatted with Helen and Flo. At least it could not be him. "What's ailing you, Lanky?" he demanded, as the other rushed up to him.
"You seem to forget," Tom reminded him, "that the last big excitement took place in the daytime, during your shift. Dick and I may have a lazy night, and you may have the air full of wreckage to-morrow in broad daylight." They chatted a little while with Mr. Prenter, outside, and then Dick rose at Tom's signal. "We must be starting," said Reade.
They chatted for ten minutes or so, when Emily Travis, glancing past Dickensen's shoulder, gave a startled little scream. Dickensen turned about to see, and was startled, too. Imber had crossed the street and was standing there, a gaunt and hungry-looking shadow, his gaze riveted upon the girl. "What do you want?" Little Dickensen demanded, tremulously plucky.
The whole company was halted, while we chatted, within easy fire of the enemy's position; a few pom-poms would have made a shocking mess amongst the men and horses. But the hills were clothed with silence as with a garment. "Anyhow, I'm going to see," said the Colonel. "Come along." So we cantered on up to the foot of the hill, up the slope, over the hill, and not a shot was fired at us.
When Kate appeared, dressed for tea, simply but richly, with her splendid neck and shoulders bare and little ringlets of hair curling about her face as though scorched by the warmth of the red blood below, he felt the picture complete. She chatted with him before entering the dining-room.
The poor thing chatted away like a child, inspired by the pure air, bracing, yet mild, and lost herself amongst recollections of her country home, talking of buttercups, hedge-sparrows' eggs, and demoiselles or dragon-flies. Several happy hours we spent en route; and at last, on turning down from a hilly road, we saw on a flat brown plain a collection of low cottages.
That is the last night father is to be home. There's another guest coming, an artist who has just come to town. Father met him on the train and is quite taken with him. What do you think of my father?" she wound up. "He's very grand looking, but jolly, too," said Sahwah. "Lots of people are afraid of father," Agony chatted on. "He's Assistant District Attorney in Philadelphia, you know.
What she wanted from her mother, anyway, was just the old look of love and trust and confidence. And she got that abundantly. The thing she wanted from Portia she didn't get. As long as any one else was by her mother, or Miss French in charge of the twins she and Portia chatted easily, on the best of terms.
Then we sat and ate our shares, and chatted away for a long time, Turkey and I getting up every now and then to look after the cattle, and Elsie too having sometimes to follow her cow, when she threatened an inroad upon some neighbouring field while we were away.
Meanwhile our host chatted pleasantly, chiefly about his parish and his plans for improving it. I could not help admiring him more and more as he went on. He was not, to all appearance, a very clever man, but there was an honest ring about all he said which made me feel that, had I only known him in the months past I might have been spared many of my follies and troubles.
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